The Teflon Princess: A Fairy Tale
Once. Upon a time. There was a Teflon princess. And a real princess. Teflonia, as she was wont to be called, expected flowers. To be laid. At her feet. The real princess, let’s call her Lucia, was embarrassed. When flowers. Were placed at her feet. She wanted. The flowers. To be distributed equally. One to every one. The real princess. Had a deep sense of fairness. And equality. And responsibility.
One day Teflonia was waving at her admirers. Taking in their adulation. As she straightened her taffeta and smiled. She dropped the scepter of responsibility. She reached for her tiara. To be sure it was still there. But she took little notice. Of the absence of the scepter. The scepter others had picked up. Out of the dust.
Teflonia’s days grew lighter. Without the scepter. As others toiled with the responsibility. But the day arrived. When the scepter was returned to Teflonia. She took it with a flourish. Without a nod or wink. Without a look of thanks. Without a single flower. For Teflonia thought. Mostly of herself. An outlook. Perfected by princesses throughout the ages.
The real princess. Became weary. Of the Teflon princess. She thought about the Biblical parable of the Workers in the Vineyard. Who each started work. At a different time of the day. And yet. At the end of the day. All were paid the same. Her sense of fairness. Violated. She spent days considering. The path ahead. She was unsure. And she is unsure still.